Makgill and I went to the train out at the Florence Museum the other day. Aron and I have been wanting to take him there for q while because he loves trains. Everything is turned into a train. He will line up all of his rolling toys and push them as one “train.” He loves it. Watching the race on Sunday, after a caution flag, all of the cars were lined up for the restart and he called them a train. So, naturally, we figured he would love to go play at the train. Well, he was excited to see it, but bored with it when he realized he couldn’t drive it. Oh well.
